I am a golfer and have been most of my life. I am have been successful, am competitive and have made it my life's work. I feel incredibly lucky to have done this especially as a woman in a man's field. I have recently taught my son and he has taken a great interest in the game. We bond this way and it is a great way for mom/son time. Sometimes we have meaningful and fun conversations.
One day, this year after many, many frustrations built up, I snapped. I was not playing well (unfortunately I wrap my self worth up in that a lot) and slammed my club against my bag. I was ashamed I did that in front of my 17 yo son. He is very laid back and we made a joke of it after I apologized for my immature behavior.
I went to practice the next week, and noticed the graphite shaft in my 6 iron was shattered. Nice. Salt on the wound. My son eventually found out, and brings it up frequently. Like my mostly cool and patient mom totally lost it. I just recently started saying a phrase that my son has adopted on the course. One time, without rehearsing it, a thought popped in my head. "You're not playing golf if you're not mad, sad or scared" It's a funny quote because most golfers I know get upset (but they don't go ballistic), are sad that practice or lessons aren't paying off, or they are scared to take a risk.
So how am I? Mad, Sad and Scared. I have been living this way for a while and I would like to change. Gradual steps I suppose. But Bipolar Depression makes me feel all these things frequently and it seems to me, it's not healthy.
I welcome stories and insight.
Peace and Love